Rare and Sweet Like Cherrywine

For a creature so beaten and abused she sure did have a lot of time to come up with some cute nicknames for everyone. It was something the emerald-eyed girl was taking a liking to, in a funny, slightly irritating way.

Absinth listened well to the girl. So much personality practically oozes out of her. But a strange topic arose as she explained her sanity and her practices. Ahhh. At the word vessel she was beginning to see a more accurate picture of Sephiran’s toy. A partisan of faith. Two souls with different beliefs- fighting for supremacy without either backing down. She understood now…. “Well, there’s your first problem. You’re not giving yourself enough value as a living thing, and you must be worth something to him if he’s ensured you couldn’t run away from him- or go off yourself. A man like that- so full of grandiosity- and you’re calling his favorite plaything disposable.” Hell, Absinth would be mad too. She was sure Sephiran found so much pleasure in this toy- and to get that much out of one living thing…. He had to cherish her in his own sick way. That was how her father was too. He loved his toys, and whether he knew it or not they gave him validation. How could Sephiran feel that without this girl caring about her life at all?

“Your death pact sounds an awful lot like marriage. Till death do us part. But you want it to end. And he doesn't.” Absinth was more so musing to herself, fitting pieces together in her mind as she went over the small details the other girl had given up- eyes moving to capture those pretty blue orbs. She moved even closer non-threateningly, making sure she was not going to be ignored. Then, she spoke- her tone compelling and brusque. “Insanity is repetition without change. Am I the crazy one for living how I fucking want to? Or are you for dying to get away from someone when you have so many other options? Play. The. Game. Death pact be damned, why die when you can live? You think you win that fucking game by dying? You think your gods want you to be snuffed so easily? What a fucking waste.” Absinth was ticked off at the lack of effort to live she was seeing. But she hardly knew this girl, so perhaps she was wrong. All she truly knew is that she had fought tooth and claw to get here herself, to make something of herself when she was meant to be nothing at all- and here is another strong woman only seeking death in the face of surmountable odds. Her bias having Setekh for a father blinding her slightly in the face of another girl who had probably never needed to learn the rules of the game. But there was always time to learn.


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